by Juno Wells
Buying His Omega
MF Omegaverse SF Romance
Juno Wells
© 2020 Juno Wells
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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.
Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.
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Editing by CE
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Contents
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
About Juno
Blurb
Alpha Ryder isn’t looking for an Omega, but when he sees Daisy being auctioned to the highest bidder, he can’t resist bidding on her. Before he knows it, he’s spent a year’s earnings to buy the Omega. He offers her the choice of returning home, but she needs to mate desperately. Barely managing to resist claiming her, he’s shocked when she pulls him into a desperate rescue attempt to save her fellow Omega, who was also sold. Pursuing the buyers, Ryder sees the promise and possibility of a future with his Omega, but does Daisy even want such a thing, or will she choose her cloistered life at the Omega convent over being claimed by an Alpha?
1
Daisy couldn’t speak Klinok, and if the aliens spoke any English, they didn’t reveal it. They were talking and gesticulating among themselves as she observed from the clear box in which they had kept her since stealing her from her home planet along with her friend last week.
Thinking of her, she glanced over to Azaria’s box, finding her friend didn’t appear as fearful of whatever was happening, but Daisy knew Azaria was probably feeling it as well. She was more stoic and naturally able to hide her emotions better than Daisy. She knew her friend well enough, having grown up with her most of her life, to guess Azaria was as terrified as she was.
Azaria looked at her, and their gazes locked. They were able to communicate through their boxes, and Daisy considered that one small kindness from the aliens. The Klinoks also made sure they were fed regularly, but it was difficult to be grateful for the smallest of courtesies when they had attacked Paladin and dragged the two women from their home before the rest of the sisters at the Omega convent stopped the invasion.
“Whatever happens, you’ll be okay.” Azaria gave her an encouraging smile.
Daisy shook her head, fear nearly getting the best of her. “I don’t see how. They’re going to sell us. We’ll be separated and never allowed to return home.” Her eyes welled with tears, and she sniffed.
“You must be strong, Daisy. You’re stronger than you believe, so whatever happens, you must keep your eyes open and wait for an opportunity to escape.”
Daisy nodded, trying to look more confident in the idea. It was mainly for Azaria’s benefit though. She didn’t think she had it in her to survive this ordeal, let alone find a way to escape an Alpha or a group of Alphas. Since she didn’t speak Klinok, she couldn’t be certain of their intention, but they’d spent all morning prepping the two of them, including washing them through the box, and she had a feeling they were being put on display.
Omegas knew the risk of being sold to a group of selfish Alphas who would share her during her estrus with no intention of claiming her as a mate or caring for her properly. Daisy had always hoped it was an old wives’ tale passed among the sisters at the convent, but now she suspected there was far more truth to it than she’d been aware.
Whatever the two Klinoks had been discussing, they seemed to have settled it now. The larger one—which was difficult to discern, since they were a lumbering race at least twice the size of Daisy and Azaria, with gnarled gray or brown skin, depending on the individual Klinok—moved over to Azaria’s cage.
Daisy trembled as the smaller one approached hers, and he had some kind of tube in his hands. She watched with alarm as he pushed it into the airlock atop of the box. It was how they had distributed the cleaning chemicals earlier before sucking them through again with a vacuum system.
She trembled again, recalling how frantic she had been the first day of her captivity, to the point where she’d been panicking and trying to break through the impenetrable clear box. One of those Klinoks had approached and put in a similar chemical that had turned out to be a gas to put her to sleep. She was expecting the same thing, and she did her best to hold her breath while the pale lavender mist filtered in through the box, but she was eventually forced to breathe.
At first, she experienced no change, so she assumed it must be something different from the sedative they had given her the first day. That had acted almost immediately, instantly loosening her muscles and putting her to sleep in under a minute. She appeared unchanged, and she was confused. Glancing over to Azaria, her friend seemed to be in a similar state. She was outwardly as calm as she had been before they administered whatever was in the tubes.
There was an itching sensation settling over her body, and Daisy started scratching through the thin layer of the jumpsuit they had given her to wear after taking the heavier robes she wore at the convent. Even then, when they had insisted she change clothes on her first day, there had been an air of apathy about them. Daisy had never felt sexually threatened by the Klinoks, but she was still deathly afraid of them and their intentions.
Azaria was starting to squirm as well, and she was sweating suddenly. Daisy lifted an arm to wipe her brow as she realized she was also perspiring heavily. The itching sensation had turned to a burning, and she was shocked to feel a sudden jolt of arousal in her core. She shifted, needing something, though she’d never experienced anything like this before.
She moved her hand between her legs, cupping the heat there, trying to provide some kind of relief with the press of friction. It did little to relieve her, and she writhed and moaned, suddenly burning up. She must be running a raging fever, and she realized she was entering estrus.
Daisy had been through it before, but a blunted version. The Omegas at the convent took a low-dose suppressant that allowed them to have natural cycles and function without succumbing to the wild throes of estrus. The few she had endured since puberty had been much milder than this.
They sometimes required sequestering herself to ride out the worst of it with a couple of her favorite toys, but she’d never experienced this aching burn of desire before. If she didn’t have an Alpha soon, she was going to die. She just knew it, and she was still aware enough to realize the fever burning through her could permanently damage her physically if she didn’t find respite.
One of the Klinoks approached, heaving her box onto a wheeled stand with seemingly no effort at all. Daisy put her palm to the glass, and Azaria did the same. Her friend appeared to be struggling as much as she was, though Azaria still managed a strong smile, and her voice sounded confident. “Be brave and survive, Daisy.”
Daisy whimpered as she was wheeled from view of her friend, starting to lose herself in the heat of estrus without any cognizance of what was happening. She was vaguely aware of being trundled onto a platform, and as she looked around, she saw a number of human Alphas among the crowd, along with a mix
of a few other aliens. She didn’t know if any other races had the same affinity for Omegas human Alphas had, and she was startled to realize she didn’t care who bought her as long as they eased this burning aching inside.
She whimpered at the thought, closing her eyes and trying to summon her strength. She’d never realized just how overwhelming estrus could be, and while she was disgusted at her lack of willpower, she was craving an Alpha even more.
She opened her eyes, fighting against the urges inside her, and her gaze locked with a tall Alpha near the front. He had white-blond hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and the impressive size and bulging muscles that identified him as an Alpha even though she couldn’t smell his pheromones with the box filtering out any scent.
She looked harder at him, feeling herself melt inside. She pressed her palms to the glass, mouthing, “Alpha.” She wanted him more than anything in the world, but the pain and burning inside was too much for her. She closed her eyes as she collapsed to the floor, writhing in search of relief.
2
Ryder Strang didn’t often deal with the Klinok, since he knew they sold all sorts of contraband on their market ships. The ships changed locations on a frequent basis to avoid Coalition enforcers, but since he’d found himself in range of one, it had seemed as good a place as any to sell the rathium bars he had been smuggling. Since he hadn’t acquired them through strictly legal means, and he certainly had no permit to be carrying the quantity he had aboard in his secret hold, he was happy to be rid of them as quickly as possible.
He’d finished his business, selling the rathium bars for a tidy profit in under eighteen minutes, and his credit account felt much heavier now, though it was all digital. He was heading back to the Remedy, his sweet little freighter that he’d paid for himself through hard work, even if it hadn’t all been legitimate and aboveboard Coalition-approved labor.
As he was moving through the crowd, he realized there were several Alphas gathered together. It wasn’t unusual to see so many humans, since his race had spread practically to every part of the galaxy, but it was startling enough to see so many Alphas together that it caught his attention. He moved closer, disgust soon filling him when he saw a notice announcing it was an auction selling beings. The headline highlighted two Omegas would be up for sale.
Ryder shuddered at the thought. He’d never been lucky enough to encounter an Omega before who wasn’t already mated to an Alpha, but he couldn’t imagine being so desperate for the experience that he would buy and enslave one. As an Alpha, he viewed it as his duty to protect any Omega who fell under his care and taking away her choice to be with him certainly didn’t mean taking care of her in his eyes.
He started to turn away in revulsion, wishing he could find a way to stop this travesty but knowing he was vastly outnumbered, when something made him look back. He couldn’t control his feet as he moved closer, pushing atthe crowd and receiving some pushback that had him growling his way through.
His gaze locked with the pretty little Omega on the stage before him. She had ebony skin, thick curly hair, and a pleasing roundness to her frame that had his Alpha sitting up and taking notice. He was nearly overwhelmed with the urge to claim her, and he hadn’t even smelled her scent yet, since the box she was trapped in filtered out her pheromones and prevented a frenzy.
As the emcee stepped forward, he couldn’t look away from her. She mouthed the word Alpha, and his own lips formed, “Omega,” unconsciously. He took another step forward as the emcee started the bidding with the announcement this Omega and the other one waiting to be bid on had both been given enhancers, so they were already in estrus and immediately prepared for breeding. That sent a roar of excitement through the crowd, and even Ryder shivered with pleasure at the thought, though he hated the instinctive reaction that being an Alpha near an Omega in estrus brought about.
He had every intention of walking away. He didn’t agree with what was happening, but the more he stared at the suffering Omega, the more he was determined to save her. She was clearly writhing in pain and need, and he was sure any of the other Alphas in the room who got her wouldn’t hesitate to use her however they chose. Her pleasure and care would be the last thing they’d worry about after paying for her.
The thought was abhorrent, and before he knew it, he was raising his hand to bid. It was a tense few minutes, and he started to sweat as the rathium proceeds dwindled. Before he knew it, he’d spent almost a year of expenses, but he was the winner of the pretty Omega in the box. He moved forward to pay, going to the bursar at the edge of the crowd, who told him she would be delivered to his ship within the next half-hour.
“Make it ten minutes,” he said with all the anger he could display. He wasn’t about to have the poor Omega suffer even longer than necessary.
The bursar, a pale Beta male, started to sweat. “I’ll see what I can do…Captain Strang.” He looked down at the reader to acquire Ryder’s name before handing back his card.
Still uneasy about his actions, and worried about the Omega, Ryder moved through the crowd again. He stormed away from the area of the auction, heading back to his ship. He’d only gone a couple of corridors when he realized he was being followed. It set his teeth on edge, and a low growl emitted from his throat.
He reached for the laser pistol at his hip, grasping it as he spun around to face whomever was stalking him. He was unsurprised to find two Alphas, and they likely planned to set upon him, maybe even kill him, for an opportunity to steal his Omega.
The thought unleashed a protective instinct he’d never experienced before. He was naturally nurturing and caring toward those who were weaker, since that was his biological imperative, but this was a new kind of intensity and need to protect. He shot one of them as the other Alpha ran toward him, dropping the human to the floor.
He didn’t have time to turn his gun on the other before the second Alpha plowed into him. Ryder went with the attack, rolling in midair so he was the one who landed on top. He pounded his fists into the Alpha’s face several times until the body went slack beneath him. He didn’t know or care if he’d killed him. To be so disreputable as to attack and try to steal his Omega warranted no concern for the fate of the two Alphas who had acted so dishonorably. They were the kind who had successfully overcome the biological imperative to protect, instead embracing their own selfish urges and desires.
He stood up, leaving the trash behind him. Since the Klinok market ship wasn’t exactly an aboveboard establishment, he doubted they would be the only two bodies left behind that day. The Klinoks likely had some way to deal with disposal, and it was certainly something that would never see the light of day in a Coalition report. It was truly a lawless zone, and he knew from previous experience the Klinoks didn’t care what you did as long as you paid for the purchases they offered.
He broke into a sprint, covering the rest of the distance to his ship and entering through the airlock. He was inside and waiting when two Klinoks showed up eventually, far later than ten minutes. He thought about unleashing his anger on them at making her suffer that much longer, but when he looked at the Omega, all his concern was for her. He gestured for them to bring her inside through the airlock. As soon as she was safely secured, he said, “Get out.”
The Klinoks might not speak his language, but they clearly understood his intent. They lumbered through the airlock, having to bend down to clear the doorway, and he sealed the ship behind them.
He turned to her, concern and desire warring inside him. He wanted more than anything to claim her, and he hadn’t even smelled her pheromones yet. Instead, he clung to his principles, which told him it wasn’t right to impose his will upon her.
He approached cautiously as she clawed at the box, her desperation even higher than it was when he’d bought her. He put his palm against the clear box, and she did the same. “Alpha, please.”
At least she could communicate through the box. He was grateful for that. “What’s your name?”
“Alpha.�
�� She was practically mewling now.
“I need to know your name, honey.” He made his voice firm, hoping she would respond to that.
Her gaze was unfocused, and she looked a little dazed, but her dark eyes focused on him eventually, and he was entranced by the rich brown shade. She licked her lips in an enticing fashion as she said, “Daisy.”
The way she drew out each syllable made him shiver, and his arousal raised another notch. His cock was straining against the confines of his pants, and it took every ounce of willpower he had to say, “I can help you. If you don’t want to mate to end the estrus, you can stay in the box until I can find you some suppressant. That should ease your suffering within an hour or so. Is that what you want, Daisy?”
“I want you, Alpha. I need you. Please.”
He trembled, feeling himself on the edge of giving in. “You don’t even know me, honey. I want to make sure you get a choice in all this. Do you think you can wait a few hours for relief?”
She whimpered, and her lower lip, which was lusciously full and completely bite-able, extended in a pouting fashion. “It hurts, Alpha. Help me.”
It was his biological imperative to do just that, but there was more to it than acting on instinct. He wanted to protect her and take away her suffering, but Ryder was drawn to the Omega herself. He’d never really considered he’d have the opportunity or the option of having an Omega of his own, having figured it was a pipe dream due to the rarity of them, along with his lack of a stable lifestyle that might attract the typical mate.
Now that she was before him, he couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. He pressed his palm to the box, pleased to find they had calibrated it to respond to his biometrics before leaving it, and the walls fell downward with a slight clattering sound. Her scent hit him then, and Ryder was completely lost.